If I Die Today, I Shall Resurrect Tomorrow Again, a Poem

Translated…

Flipping through a book of poetry, I was, reminded of a certain poem.

I’d wanted to reread it again, but, no matter how I’d flipped through the book, I just, couldn’t find it again.

I could only reread it, to the one that came before it, or the one, that was, after it.  They’re all here, but, that mysterious poem, just, disappeared, from the book.

But, comparing the rest to the one that “went missing”, the other poems are second-in-quality, filled with faults, the extra words, the chisel markings, and not wise-cracked enough.

So—I’d even, started, to wonder: could it be, that all of these other poems’ failures, that’s made that particular one stand out, making me long for it more?

I’d flipped the book of poetry over, from cover, to cover, two, to three times again, and still, couldn’t find the one that I’d read.

Did that poem really exist?

I just knew, that each and every time, I’d flipped through these pages, then, the seedlings from some of the poems started, sprouting, quietly, inside my mind.

And so, this, is on trying to find what was lost in time, and, if something GETS lost in time, then, chances will be, that you will NEVER recover it again, because time is a continuum that flows in one direction: forward, and NOT backward, that, was why this narrator couldn’t find back what he’d lost, and, the poem here symbolizes something of value, that the poet had overlooked from before, and, when he realized, that he’d overlooked something that was important, and tried hard to find it, well, he couldn’t!